Summary

Ghoulish police officers, sewer chases, and cell inmates are what Detective Maria Selena need to face as she tries to find out the truth behind her hairy situation. Her leads drag her from one end of the city to the other in a race against time and her enemies. Each new clue brings more questions, and each new deal leads to more trouble. Her only hope is to trust herself and her new abilities to get her out of this mess before she finds herself neck-deep in someone’s mouth.

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I backed up and held up my hands. Come on, Baldwin, you know you don’t want to do this.

He chuckled and matched me step-for-step. But I do. Werewolves are a little furry in my mouth, but they have a toughness in them that I admire. I think of it as a challenge to slay one.

I would have rather not thought of it at all. This is insane. We’ve known each other for years. Why eat me now?

It’s all because of what you know about the moonstone, he revealed. And if I don’t think you’re telling me everything you know about it then I’m afraid I’m going to have to make your death all that much more painful.

I reached the end of the small kitchen and my back knocked against the wall. My palms pressed against the wall and I narrowed my eyes at him. What do you want with the moonstone?

He shook his head. I want nothing to do with it, but my employer is very eager to get a hold of it.

And who’s he? I questioned him.

I’m the one who asks the questions here, and you’re going to answer them like a good dog, Baldwin ordered me.

He stretched out his hand towards my neck. Something inside of me snapped. It was my muscles. I instinctively pressed myself against the wall and pushed off the crumbling wallpaper. My feet sprang from the cracked tile floor and I sailed over Baldwin. I landed with a heavy thud on the top of the fridge. One of the legs must have been shorter than the others because the whole thing rocked back and forth when I hit its top. It was a good thing the fridge was one of those old fat ones because I slid across its smooth, dusty surface and crashed head-first